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CONTENTS 

Page 

Little  John   Hull    7 

The  Roast  Beet  Man   ^ 

The  Milkman    9 

The    Pieman    ^° 

The  Way  of  the  World  » • 

Mothers    Know    Best    ^^ 

A    Substitute    ^  ^ 

The  Moo-Cow    '4 

Santa  Claus   Fort^ot    ^  5 

Jeffs  Krismus    J^' 

Puzzled     '7 

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Grievances    

Dad's  Rival    20 

Ant    Bee     ^' 

Unfair    22 

The  Wedding   Dress    23 

Counterfeits     ■^'^ 

The  Tables  Turned    25 

The  Wild   Horse    26 

The  Home  Missionary    27 

Hard   Lines    29 

The  Arrival    30 

Dolls    32 

Doubting  Arthur    34 

Missing    35 

"Saint    Frances"    3^ 

Death's  Music    37 


CONTENTS 

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O    Mother    Heart    38 

He    Sleeps    39 

He  ( ji\etli   His   Hel(jV(-(l  Sleep    40 

A    Memory    41 

A    Vision    42 

Dreaming    43 

Sprine    44 

V  )ur  (  )\vn 45 

Our  Absent  Boys 4() 

The  ^Vaking  Stream    47 

The   Valley    48 

"Risen    With   C/hrist"    49 

DreaminL^  ami    Wakinji    50 

Someu  here    Land    si 

The    Pen    52 

A    Phenomenon    ^3 

Summer 54 

Life    S5 

"Not  Chanired   hut  Glorified"    5(j 

Who  Ha*-  Not  Heard   57 

Once  in   Mother  Karth's  Hrown  Bosom 58 

Persephone    Her   Dreamrobe   Cast   Aside 59 

\Vhat  of  'I'ho'^e  Other  Battlefield^' 60 


I.l  TTLF  JOHN  HUM. 


LITTLE  JOHN  BULL 

Young  John  Bull  went  to  visit  his  neighbor 

And  see  all  the  wonderful  sights; 
He  thought  Paris  a  leal  fairy  city 

Just  out  of  "Arabian  Nights." 
But  the  language  to  him  was  a  puzzle — 

VV^hy  should   bread   be  spelt  like  a  pain, 
And  how  could  e,  a,  u  (o)  mean  water, 

What  kept  them  irom  making  French  plain? 

Johnny  said  ihnt  his  ears  felt  so  homesick, 

Hearing  only  strange  words  all  day. 
So,  one  morn  when  he  wakened  up  early. 

A  cock  crowing  not  far  away 
Quite  enraptured  surprised   little  Johnny, 

And  made  him  cry  out  in  his  glee, 
"W^ake  up.  Daddy,  that  rooster  speaks  English! 

I  want  you  to  catch  him  for  me." 


THE  ROAST  BEEF  MAN 

O  the  roast  beef  man,  who  is  only  three, 

Comes   brinjiing   his   little   cart. 
Filled   with  make-believes  in  the  butcher's  line. 

Choice  bits  from  the  play-worKl  mart. 
When  I  ask.  "How  much  are  your  wares  to-day?" 

The  figures  are  very  high; 
"Eight  hunded   dol,"   is  the   favorite   price, 

But  somehow  1   always  bu\ , 

For  the  roast  beef  man  is  persistent  too. 

As  peddlers  are  apt  to  be ; 
Like  them  lu-  comes  at  mv  busiest  times, 

But  he  does  not  care,  not  he. 
At  night  when  he's  gone  to  the  fair  dream  world, 

There  are  tilings  to  parch   and   darn 
That  he  tore  while  placing  his  tiery  ^tP'-d 

In  quaintly  improvised  barn. 

().    roast   beet   man,    with   \(>ur  -ueet    roguish    face, 

You  are  a  poem  indeed. 
Living  before  me   in  sunshine  and  storm 

With  joy  and  pruht  1   n  ul. 
Ah.  who  can  tell  what  Oie  swift  passiivj  vears 

Ma\    bring  to  \ou  or  to  me? 
Though    >our    business    chanec.    in    vour    mother's 
heart 

Still  the  roast  beef  man  \ou'll  be. 


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THE  MILKMAN 

Hark!  the  milkman's  cart  is  built  with  a  squeak, 

I  can  hear  it  a  block  away ; 
And   his   milk  cans   rattle   recklessly   round 

As  he  calls  at  my  house  each  day. 

The  milk  he  serves  has  a  watery  look, 

But  I  care  not  a  whit  for  that. 
For   the  milkman's  a  most  enticing  chap 

When  he  {gallantly  doffs  his  hat. 

He  gives  such  good  measure  that  some  -i)ills  out 

In  a  chalky  stream  on  the  Hour; 
Instead  of  chiding,  1  pass  maple  fudge. 

As  his  pa\ ,  through  the  open  door. 

Then — the  milkman  tenders  a  sticky  kiss, 

Sweet  miniature  man  of  five; 
With  his  mischievous  face  and  starry  eyes 

He's   the  dearest   thinii  alive! 

As  he  mo\es  away  with  his  rusty  cans, 
And  his  much-prized  tho\igh  battered  cart, 

I  feel  what  a  blank  \\i>uld  my  future  be. 
Should   milkman   and    1    drift   apart! 


THE  PIEMAN 

After  rain  comes  a  pieman   to  my  door, 

All  his  pies  just  freshly  made; 
They  are  brown  as  brown,  oh,  so  juicy,  too; 

He's  an  expert  at  his  trade. 

The  pieman  has  stolen  my  heart,  ala^! 

He  has  such  bewitching  eyes. 
When  he  smiles  his  face  is  a  sunlit  flower, 

He   is  worth   a   world   of  pies. 

The  pieman  is  clad  in  blue  overalls, 
They  are  muddy,  I  must  confess, 

And  so  are  his  cheeks  and  his  chubby  hands, 
And  his  pies  are  mud,  I  gucs<;. 

But  1  buy  them  all,  for  my  heart  would  break 
If  he  came  to  my  door  no  more; 

I  pay  him  in  cookie^,  he  gives  me  hues, 
For  my  pieman  is  only  four. 


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THE  WAY  OF  THE  WORLD 

Hark,   the  tanager  sings!    Sweet   Summer  is  here. 

No  requiem  sunp  over  Spring's  lonely  bier. 

O,    fie,    fickle    world,    how    you    welcomed    young 

Spring — 
Now  but  a  memory  already  a-wing! 


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MOTHERS  KNOW  BEST 

A  mother  fish  said  to  her  son, 
"Now   listen,   Tom,  my  dear, 

"Vour  appetite  for  worms  pray  curb— 
They're  bad  this  time  of  j-ear." 

But  Master  Tom  knew  best  he  thoupht, 
So  tossed  his  wayward  head; 

"I've  eaten  worms  before."  said 
"And  yet  I  am  not  dead." 


he. 


Just  then  a  tempting  one  appeared 

\V'ithiii  his  sheltered  pool — 
"What  luck!"  cried  he.  "ril  dine  off  that 

Or  else  I'd  be  a  fool!" 

And  stretching  wide  his  greedv  mouth. 

The  juicy  worm  he  too!: — 
Alas!     Alack!     Poor  foolish  Tom! 

The  worm  was  on  a  hook! 


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A  substitutp: 

One  Sunda\   when  nn   mimmy  woke 

She  felt  so  drefful   Mck. 
That  Da(iH\   said   he'd  do  the  work — 

M\   Dad  he's  jest  a  brick! 
Pocir  Mammy  proaned  but  hu'd  in  bed, 

Dad  dressed  hissclt  an'  me. 
Then  h't  tlie  h're  an'  made  for  Mam 

A  nice  strong  cup  of  tea. 

He  burnt  his  finders  pretty  bad 

Most  iift\   times  that  day; 
He  didn't  cry   b'ke   I'd   'a'  done, 

Wish  I  couhi  act  that  w  a\-. 
His  dinner  was   jest  bew-ti-ful! 

Mince  pic  an'  fudce  an'  cake; 
I   ate  an'  ate  till    I   was  full 

An'  ■>umpin  'can  to  ake. 

I  hen  dad  he  made  a  frinper  drink, 

An'  poured  it  liow  n  my  f  rnat ; 
My.  how  it  burnt!     I  spit  it  out 

Rieht  on  his  new  house  coat. 
I   spilt   the   ink,   too,  on   his  book, 

The  ruiz  an'  other  thinps. 
An'  cut  hi>  shavinfr  stick  most  up, 

f.ost    Mammy's   pretty    rings. 

But  when    I   a>t   for  jelly,   then 

Dad   said   a  word   like   "jam" 
Ap'  not   real  cross  an'  stamped  about, 

Rut  I  kep'  cool  an'  cam. 
He  hustled  me  to  bed  'fore  dark. 

The   saniln^an   hadn't  come — 
Dad  said  he'd  rather  shuvvel  coal 

Than   jest  mind  me  at  home. 


THE  MOO-COW 

In  the  pla.vroom  I  hear  a  plantfve  moo 

ao  I  open  the  door,  and  lo 
A  moo-cou-  is  chewing  a  scantv  cud 
-Moving  restlessly  to  and  fro! 

As  soon  as  the  animal  spies  me  there 
It   gives   a    loud    'moomoo-moo-moo!' 

And  rushes  my  way  with  tt-rrific  force, 

To  gore  my  poor  frame  through  and  through. 

I  hold  out  an  apple,  it  ->ees  the  bait. 

Its  fierceness  is  gone  in  a  trice; 
Instead  of  horns  I  feel  velvety  lips, 

And  soft  kisses  for  stabs  suflice.  ' 

Then  the  moo-cow  gives  me  a  great  big  hug, 

And  cuddles  itself  in  my  arm*; 
Not  for  untold  gold  would   I  part  with  it, 

For  my  heart  this  quaint  moo-cow  charm^! 


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SAxNTA  CLAUS   FORGOT 

It's  awful   hard   to   'memher   things 

My  Muvver  tells  to  mc ; 
One  day  she  scd,  "Play  out  a  hour — " 

I  must  'a'  stayed  for  three. 
When  I  conied  in  she  spanked  me  good 

An'   sed    I'd    'member   that — 
I  uisht  when  she  was  doin'  it 

I  had  'a'  been  the  cat. 

For  cats  kin  be  out  long's  they  please 

An'  no  one  thinks  they's  bad, 
But   little  girls  what's   not  on   time 

Makes  growed  folks  drefful   mad! 
Now  there's  Kriss  Kringle — he  forgits. 

An'  he's  lots  older'n  me — 
Last  Krismus  Eve  I  ast  for  things 

As  loud  a,s  loud  could  be — 


I  sed,  "Please  bring  a  great  big  doll 

With  heaps  an'  heaps  of  clo'es — 
He  broughted  one  athout  a  ^ ; 

The  poor  thing  looked  'n.^        roze. 
I   ast   hin    for  a  little   trunk 

With  really  lock  an'  key — 
But   'sted,  he  putted   bonbon   things 

All  round  my  Krismus  tree. 

Well — p'raps  he  'members  gooder  now. 

An'    pretty   soon    I'll    see; 
But   if   he  don't,   I   won't  git  cross, 

For    twouldn't  pay  to  be — 
'Cause  Santa  might  git  mad  hisself. 

An'  then   I'd  be  "mo-^t  killed 
If  after'ards  a  Krismus  comed 

Athout  my  stockin'  filled. 

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JEFFS  KRISMUS 

Wen  Krismus  is  a  comin'  near, 

^  T  smell  it  in  the  air — 
The  e  is  calces  an'  pies  an'   puridin's 

Starin'  at  me  ev'rvw  here  ; 
But  they  make  a  feller  hungry. 

Fer  it's  "Jeff,  mind,  doncher  touch!" 
So  I  keep  on  feel  in'  empty, 

Fer  the  smell  don't  fill  me  much. 

But  w'en  The  Dav  is  really  here, 

I'm  paid  fer  starvin'  so, 
Fer  Maw  sez,  "Jeff,  now  eat  jer  fill.' 

Gee  whiz!  then  I  ain't  slow! 
The  turkey  fair  flies  down  my  throat, 

Petaters  chases  b'Tts, 
Plum  puddin'  rusho  in  on  top. 

An'  homemade  Krismus  sweets! 

Then  course  I  hev  to  eat  the  thimrs 

St.  Nick  put  in  my  sock — 
Next  day  my  head  feels  kinder  queer — 

f.ikc  pounded  with  a  rock — 
An'  Maw  she  makes  me  lay  in  bed 

Jest  'cause  my  head's  so  sore. 
But  soon  I'm  well — an'  countin'  days 

Till   Krismus  comes  some  more! 


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Pav\    had  a  talk  with 

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"t  (]uit  a-losin'   thioL'-. 

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To  feed  your  hunjin-  t;t<  e 
An'  huy  the  t  lo'e^  you  hatter  wear, 
'Thout    havin'    to   replace 

"Spoons,   hammers,  sizzers,  axes,  nive> 

You   lug  off   by   the   tun ; 
You  play  with  'em  fer  jisr  a  spell. 

An'  then  away  you  nm 
An'  newer  think  to  brine:  'cm  back — 

Wat's  best  fer  me  to  do  ? 
I    hate   like   thiuider  to  lamba^V 

A   little  chap   like  \ou !" 

Paw   'peared   to   feel   so   ter'bul   bad. 

T   telled   him   where   I   hid 
Mau 's  silver  spoons  an'  jooi'ry  box 

A  pla\in'   Cap'n    Kid. 
Ne\'  day  I  digjzcd  my  garden  up 

An'    'scovered    lots   of    things: 
Then  Paw  an'  Maw  \\as  gav  as  larks  - 


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But  parents  is  sich  futmy  folks — 

Wen  playin'  groc'ry  store, 
I  tooked  a  sugar  skoop  of  Alaw'.;— 

'Tain't   rnun'  here  enny  more- 
Then  Paw  he  jerked  me  'c  rost  his 

Soon  I  was  feel  in'  sad- 
How  is  it  men's  so  awful  good, 

An'  little  boys  is  bad? 

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GRIEVANCES 


Dear  Can 'ma.   I've  an  orful   knf, 

So  had  to  wait  for  Pa 
To  writf  this  letter  Houn  for  me, 

He's  pot  more   time  than   Ma.  ' 
I  had  to  promise  lots  of  things 

^  Before  a  word   he'd   write — 
That  he  coidd  iiive  me  med'sin  niee, 

An'    rub    m\    froat    to-ni^ht. 

An    that  stime  mornin'  jest  at  two 

I'd  git  into  his  bed. 
An'  let   him  scratch  my   little   back, 

An'  sit  on  top  his  head. 
I  wish  you'd  come  an'  play  with  me, 

M)    Pa  does  pretty  we'', 
But— my,  wh.it  queer  word>  Pa  put>  down! 

I   wi-U   that  he  (duh)  spell  — 

I   d.i.ent  i.irrv    b\    her  r.ti! 

f^ur  big  malteaser  lal  ; 
An'  if  I   lick  my  plate.   Pa  says 

The   little  pigs  do  that. 
One  night    I   had   the  colick   bad. 

An'  course   I   made  a   row  ; 
Mv  Pa  said  to  nu   Ma,  "What  ails 


I"hat 


little  rasial   now  ?' 


1  h(  II   I'.i  c  ame  o\(r  to  m\   (  rib 

An'  said.  "Poor  little  pet!" 
How    'ceitful    that    was     wasn't    it? 

It  makes  me  real  mad  vet! 
He  gave  me  Parr\  gorick  first. 

Jimachey  Ginger  ton. 
An'  said  in  his  most  'ceittul  u  av, 

"Poor   little  dear,  shu — shu  !" 

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Dear  G'an'nia,  I  must  say  dood-by, 

Please   scuse   othogerphee, 
Pa  slipped  his  spellin'  in  sometimes, 

An'  wouldn't  spell  like  me. 
Please  'cept  a  great  big  heap  of  love, 

An'   kisses  sixteen,  one. 
From  your  own  lovin'  g'an'child   May, 

For  now  my  letter's  done. 


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DAD'S  RIVAL 

IM  luv  to  see  St.  NiVk'lus  uunst 

Afore  he  lia>ster  die, 
He  nius'  be  )iitt':n'  pow'rtul  old. 

But   whew.    h.       :iwtul    spn-! 
It  be;trs  me  hou    he  t'its  anjiui' 

\Vith   rill    them   piles   uv   toys, 

^^'"'  ';l';"'^"'  down   chimblevs   Cris'imis    K\e 
A-fiiiin'  <()(  ks  tVr  boys. 

One   time    I    h:jllered    up   the    >nate, 

"Be  sure  \ou  brinjr  a  horse— 
A  'iKjrmous  roekin'  kine,  I  mean, 

VVith  stir-ups,  too,  a  course!" 
Ne\'  iiiornin',  'tore  it  t^otfeil  li^ht, 

I  sneakeil  real  soft  downstairs 
An'   toun'   the   beutifullcst   ,,ne— 

The   beste^t   enn\\\heres! 


Las'  year  I   writ  a  tuVe,  lon^'  note 

An'   'dressed   it  to  St.   Nii  k  ; 
It   telled    I'd    like  a   trike  or   gun  — 

I'd  let  him  take  his  pick. 
I   putted  two  bi^^  centses  in 

An'  -vd.    "Thfrn's  your'n   from  me- 
I  b'leexe  he  liked   'em,   ter  hr  br 

Both  thinL''s  I   .ist  ter 


irunij; 


-ee .' 


This  year,  fer  fear  he'll  soon  ^-ir  dead, 

I'lI    try   to   keep   awake — 
I've  iirowed  so  big  I   think   I  lan— 

An'  fiiv  his  han'  a  shake. 
I  luv  Kriss  Kingle  nexter  Dad! 

An'  w'en  he  starts  to  die 
I  know  he'll  uit  to  Fleav'n  all  right, 

But  itill— I'll  hafter  cry! 
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ANT  BEE 

When  Ant  Bee  goes  in  the  kitchen, 

Fer  jest  a  little  while, 
There's  a  smell  like  somethin's  fn'in'. 

An'  soon  a'nornous  pile 
Of  deliciousest  big  fried  cakes 

Athout  a  middle  hole — 
Think  it's  do'nuts  what  she  calls  'em — 

Lays  vvaitin'  ler  to  roll 

Down  the  red  lane  (  t'  ain't  one  really) 

An'  then  they  finds  their  way 
In>;ide  a  saferer  cake  box 

Than  Ma's  is  enny  day. 
Lots  an'  lots  keeps  disappearin', 

Ant  Bee  seems  downright  glad  ; 
Now,  my  Ma  she  wouldn't  'low  it, 

'Twould    make    her    awful    mad. 

Since  Ant   Bee  came  here  to  visit, 

I  have  a  heap  more  fun — 
When  I'm  good  she  gives  me  candy, 

But  Ma  won't  give  me  none. 
An'    it's   been   so  horrid    rainy 

My  clo'es  git  full  of  mud. 
But  Ant  Bee  don't  let  Ma  see  'em. 

She  cleans  off  ev'rv   dud. 


Then  she  mends  my  holey  stockin's, 

An'  patches  up  my  pants; 
I  hate  to  ask  fer  new  ones, 

Eer    Pa    he   allers    rants. 
Oh,  Ant  Bee's  'most  good  as  Chrismus' 

An'  soon's  I've  growed  r-al  old — 
Don'fher  tell — us  two'll  git  married — 

Her  beau'U  look  awful  sold! 

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UNFAIR 

W^cn      iiie  comp'ny  comes  to  dinner 

I   natter  be  perlite; 
Can't^  take   bones  up   in   my  fingers 

An'  r;()thin'   seems  jus'   right. 
I   love   'taters  soaked    uith   gravy, 

But  if  I  ask  fer  more 
Daddy  laf?s,  which  'tracts  folks'  'tention 

An    makes  my  feelins  sore. 

But  the  company's  helped  'thout  askin'— 

Dad  piles  their  plates  up  high 
With  the  veg'tibuls  an'  chicken— 

A  wunder  they  don't  die. 
Oh,   I  wish  I   was  them  people 

Wat's  coaxed  so  hard  to  eat, 
'Stead  of  me  w'at's  'most  forgotten 

T  et  hasster  look  real  sweet ! 

WVn  the  'sert's  brung  on  the  tabic 

They  i^it  a  lot  of  pie — 
Daddy   cuts   fny   piece   so   little. 

Could  put  it  in  my  eye; 
So,   a*;  soon's  the  dinner's  over, 

I'm  'bliged  to  help  myself, 
An'  I  sneak  out  to  the  pantry, 

VV'here'v  goodies  on  the  shelf. 

W-en  I'm  through  I  lick  the  crumbs  up, 

But  somehow    Mum  can  tell, 
An'  she  sez,  "You're  frightful  greedy. 

You  keep  your  room  a  spell." 
W-i  most  '<toni«hin'  how  growed-ups 

Wat  eats  an  awful   sight 
Has  good  manners,  but  us  kidses 

Is  'sidered  imperlite! 

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THE  WEDDING  DRESS 

When  our  Cuzzin  Flo  was  married 
^  We  was  flow'r  girls,  Meg  an'  me, 
So  we  had   to  have  tiew  dresses 
For  the  'casion,  dun't  you  see? 

Mesi  was  three  an'  just  a  baby, 
I   was   big— 'most   five  >ears  old. 

So  my  dress  it  was  the  bestest — 
Wunder  Meggie  dident  scold. 

This  year  Meg's  growed  into  my  dress, 

Hers  is  long  enuff  for  me 
'Cause   Mum  sewed  on   lots  of   'sertion 

Think  it's  mean  as  mean  can  be! 

For  I  made  a  'licious  plan  up — 
Made  it  out  of  my  own  head — 

Hundred  years  Fd  keep  that  white  dress. 
Leastways   till    I    gotted   dead — 

Keep  it   for  a   fambly  air  loom, 
If  you   know   what  that   thing  is, 

Let  my  little  chillens  wear  it. 
Dottie  May  or  Baby  Liz. 

But  my  hopes  is  all  a-blited 

'Cause  my  weddin'  dress  is  Meg's. 

S'pose  just  boys  she  gets  for  chillens, 
Horred  things  what  seems  all  legs? 

Then  the  dress  will  just  be  wasted. 

B'leeve    I'm    goin'    to — to — cry! 
What  a  nawful  world  to  live  in! 

How'd   Mum  feel   if  I  should  die? 


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COUNTERFEITS 

I  found  three  little  graves  on  the  sandy  shore, 
And   cried,   "Poor   little   tots,    they'll   play   here   no 

more — 
What  a  queer,  queer  place  for  a  burying  ground ! 
In  this  land  could  none  any  better  be  found? 
How  the  graves  do  wriggle  and  heave!     I  declare 
I'm  quite  sure  there  must  be  an  earthquake  some 

where ; 
It  is  coming — Ah,  me!"     The  graves  opened  wide 
And    disclosed    three    beautiful    children    inside, 
But  I  didn't  feel  frightened,  all  were  alive, 
Basil,  Doris  and  tiny  Billy  just  five. 
As  they  jumped  from  their  graves  they  scattered  the 

sand — 
Oh,  I   never  have  seen  a  jollier  band! 
Then  said  Doris,  the  one  with  the  curly  head. 
"Did  you  really  and  truly  think  we  were  dead? 
When  our  bath  is  over  we  lie  in  the  sun, 
And   Big  Sister  buries  us.     Oh,  it's  such  fun!" 


24 


THE  TABLES  TURNED 

Bert  had  been  naughty  all  day  long, 

^  He'd  pulled  the  old  cat's  tail, 
Tried  hard  to  clip  poor  Fido's  ears, 
And  crushed  a  harmless  snail. 

That  nij^ht  a  fairy  -.vaved  her  wand 
And  changed  him  to  a  mouse! 

In  Tright  he  scampered  to  and  fro 
Through  all  the  lonely  house. 

Just  as  he  reached  his  pantry  hole 
Electric  lights  flashed  out! 

They  proved  to  be  sly  Pussy's  eyes, 
Which  put  poor  Bert  to  rout. 

Puss  used   him  in  a  football   game. 

And  tweaked  his  tail  for  spite. 
While  Fido  nipped   his  tiny  ears, 

And   barked   with  dog  delight. 

Oh,  then  a  frightful  fate  was  his! 

A  monster  snail  appeared, 
Began  to  eat  him  up  alive. 

And   at   his  death  squeaks   jeered. 

How  glad  he  was  when  Fair>'  Day 
Put  all  his  fears  to  flight — 

Bert  has  been  friend  of  all  dumb  things 
Since  that  eventful  ni^ht! 


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THE  WILD  HORSE 

Just  as  sure  as  my  baking  day  rolls  'round, 

And  the  kitchen  door  stands  ajar, 
A  wild  horse  conies  rushing  in  with  a  snort. 

Like  one  from  the  prairies  afar. 
How  he  tosses  his  head  and  sniffs  the  air, 

Then  viciously  paws  at  the  ground ! 
I   feel   I   must  tame  him  at  any  cost, 

He  threatens  smash-up^  all  around. 

I  take  from  the  oven  an  apple  tart. 

And   I   seize  his  silky,   brown   mane — 
No  lasso  I  need,  he  calms  down  at  once 

And  follows  me  out  to  the  lane. 
There  he  eats  his  pie  and  gives  me  a  smile 

That  makes  him  look  charmingly  quaint. 
Then   takes  to  his  heels  and   gallops  away. 

A   picture  for  artists   to  paint. 


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THE  HOME  MISSIONARY' 

(^ur  Jemmy's  the  busiest  chap  in  tnun  ; 

He  wakes  at   the  break  of  day — 
Soon  after,  we  hear  a  Morninjr  Express 

Go  shrieking  aloufz  its  way. 
How  the  engine  snorts  as  it  take>  a  >hunf 

OiitsiHc  of   hi:-   beclronm   door! 
■|  hen,    20od-by    to   >leep — Jem's    the  en^'ineer 

Though  lie's  only  half  past  four. 

H\    the  time  the  breakfast   hour   rolls  around 

A  carpenter  he's  become, 
So   to   headache   powders   we   have   recourse. 

Eor   his   workshop's   in   our   home. 
It   seems   he's  a   plumber,  as  well,  bv   trade. 

And    tinkers   about   a   lot ; 
His  bills  are  not  heavy — he  takes  as  pay 

The  scrape  of  the  candy  pot. 

He  scarcely   ha>   time  to  eat   a  square  meal. 

There's  always  a  job  on   hand — 
When  a  circus  tents  in  our  long  front  hall 

He  has  to  play  in  the  band. 
A  piece  of  frayed   rope  tied  on  for  a  tail 

Makes  him  a  lion  or  horse; 
Then  he  roars  or  neighs  in  a  frantic  way 

Which   fri'jhtcns  us  all,  of  course! 


W'heti  old  (liant  Night  comes  a-sfriding  down 

Before   Jem's   finished    his  woik. 
He  is  glad  to  cuddle  in   Mother's  arms, 

Thoueh  he's  loath  a  task  to  shirk  ; 
But,  befon'  he  knows  it    he's  on  a  train  — 

A   magical,   silent   train — 
\V!,osr  "All  aboard!"  as  it  takes  him  in  ih,ir;;e 

Is  a  lullaby's  "-pfrain. 

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Dear  little  traveler.  "Jack-at-all-trades," 

When  you  enter  SleepV  E'xpress, 
May  you  gather  strength  for  each  neu-born  day, 

As  toward  manhood  vou   progress. 
Like  a  sunbeam  shaming  the  cloud    auay 

Vou  change  our  frowns  into  smiles 

We  are  better  men  and  women  to-day 

Through  hard-working  Jem's  sweet  wiles. 


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HARD  LINES 


I 


I  think  it's  sich  a  scan'Ius  shame 

How  little  boys  git  sassed, 
Cause  why  when  dinner's  goin"  on 

They  eats  their  meat   up   fast! 
A  hunk  wunst  choaked  me  in  my  throat, 

So  course  I   made  a  noise. 
An'  sed.  "Please  scuse  w."  hut  Pa  growled. 

"The  barn's  the  place  fer  boys!" 

The  other  day  Pa  swallered  wrong 

When   he  wuz  drinkin'  tea — 
He  dident  ast  to  scuse  his  fuss, 

So  he  wuz  worser'n  me. 
But  no  one  scolded  him  a  tall. 

Which  wuzent  actin'  square, 
An'  now  I  s'no-^e  he'll  never  know 

Jist  what  I've  hadter  bear. 


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THE  ARRIVAL 

Margueiite    has   just   arrived. 

Watch  out  now  for  squalls; 
\Vhen  she's  dressed  all  in  her  he>t, 

Shell  ^it  up  for  calls. 


Some  will  look  her  up  and  down, 
Say,  "How  like  her  Ma." 
lers,  at  a  chance  pritnace. 
My!    Just  like  her  Pa!" 


Oti'iers 


How  she  doubles  up  her  fist — 

Surely  she  won't  fi^ht! 
If  she  only  had  some  teeth 

P'rhaps  she'd  try  to  bite. 

She  will    bring   her  parents   up. 

Make  them  inind  real  well. 
Punishment  on  them  inflict 

By  a  lusty  yell. 

Now  another  kind  of  ball 
They'll  attend  each  night. 

Where  they'll  both  attendance  dance 
Till    it's  nearly   light. 

All  next  day  the  iv-gd.  Jri  sleep. 
But  poor  Pa  must  work — 

In  her  nightie  sleeve  she'll  iaugh, 
Cruel    little   Turk! 

Babes  are  priceless,  tender  buds, 
Spotless  human   flowers — 

Mav  life's  sunshine,  not  its  shade, 
Rest  on  this  of  ours. 


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30 


As  «ach  day  her  leaves  unfold, 
Pure  and  white  and  sweet, 

May  they  heart  of  gold  disclose, 
Dainty   Marguerite. 


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'■■•t-, 


M^*L 


DOLLS 

//  is  said  that  at  one  time  it  tvas  a  Parisian  fa.-l 
lor  tinmen  to  earry  dolls. 

Poor  Jenny's  sawdust  leaks  sometimes 

An'  messes  up  the  floor; 
Her  nose  is  mashed  a  little  bit. 

Which  makes  me  love   her   more; 
For  't'  ain't  her  fault  Pa  stepped  on  her, 

Or  that  she   lost  her  hair 
Thatdrefful  da.\   when  I  went  out 

An"  left  her  on  the  stair. 

I   wasn't  j/one  so  very  long. 

But  kirty  found  her  there — 
"^  ou'll   have  to  'magine  all  the   rest 

'Twas  awful   hard  to  ,.,'qr! 
M\   Unrle  Tom's  the  swpeic>t  man  I 

ife  tried  to  com.fit  me 
An'  said  he'd  get  another  doll 

From  some  place  called  Paree. 

Well,  sure  enuf?.  he  went  to  France 

His  fingers  full  of  rings 
I  made  from  blue,  pink,  green,  red  ( ord 

To  help  him  'member  thires. 
Last  week  he  'rived  at  home  again, 

An'  brought  the  dearest  pet — ■ 
A   real    French   doll   with   truly   hair. 

The  goodest  he  roul''  'jet. 


3a 


Her  clo'es  are  made  of  shiny  silk, 

Her  toke   is  trimmed   with   fur, 
She  has  the  dariinVst  wee  muff — 

Ma   fell   in   love  with  her, 
An'— would  yrni  h'leeve  it — stole  nn   dnil 

Right   straight  away   tmni   ine. 
An'  'dares  she'll  take  her  when  <hr  "tends 

A  'ception  or  a  tea. 

She   -ays  Freiuh  ladies  tarry  dolls 

Just  ev'rywhere  they  go; 
I  'hink  it's  awful  queer,  don't  you  ? 

Ma  says   it's  stylish,   though. 
I  love  my  Ma,  hut  oh,  it's  hard — 

'Most  tears  ni\   heartstrings  out — 
To   lose   Marie!      I    wouldn't   mind 

Her  toting  Jen  about. 


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DOUBTING  ARTHUR 

Anecdoti    nf   Henry    If  .    Lon^fellou —1^0. 

Mamma  and   Arthur  went  oiir  tall 
_Io   Cambridge    uIhmp    is    ((jund 
The  house  that  u  a.  hradquarnr.  oiKr 

Of   \Vashin;:ton    renowned. 
In   after  years,  a  poet  made 

His  home  within  these  wall-,; 
And  Arthur  found   fiiiriself  one  day 

Inside  historic  halls. 

He'd  heard  about  the   famou>  chair 

Mncie  from  the  chestnut  tiee, 
And   now.   the  (  hildren's   treasured   ^itt 

Quite  plainly  he  could  see. 
Its  owner  drew    him  near  atid  asked. 

"Prax-  tell   me.  do  \ou  know 
^^'^here  I   the  children  always  keep?" 

"No,"  Arthur  answerecf  low. 

"In  the   round   tower  of   ni\    heart." 

The   courtly    poet    said. 
But    Arthur   could    not   understand, 

It  puzzled   his  small   head. 
His  eager  eyes  the  room  explored. 

No  tower  could  he  see — 
"I  don't  helieve  it!"  cried  the  child, 

I"or  verv  \ounc  wa'*  he. 

The  poet  smiled  and  kis.sed   the  boy, 

A  heneHiction  sweet 
Which  won  his  childish  heart  and  made 

His  mother's  joy  complete. 
This  tale  that  night  she  told  with  pride — 

His  father  siirhed,  "I  fear 
'^hat  -Arthur's  face  will  not  he  washed 

Again  for  many  a  year!" 
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MISSING 

Mis^  ■■      is  one  whom   little  children   loved. 

For  well  the_\    knew    she  \v:ls  their  friend; 
\Iissin<r  is  one  the  poor  and  needy  blessed 

For  help  that  she  was  wont  to  lenii. 
Vacant — a  chair  within   her  shadowed   h juie, 

For  slie  no  lon>:er  needs  it  there — 
Vacant — -a  place  in  many  lieart>  to-da\. 

For  she  has  passed  beyond  their  care. 

Sleeping— we  see   her  lyint^  now   in   state  — 

Hut  oh,  so  straneely  still  and  calin ! 
Sleeping?     Then  surely  she  will   ^oon   awake 

If  we   but  chant   a  h\inn  or   p^alni. 
Awake?     Ah,  wideawake   n  Heaven's  pure  lki\ 

Her  true  self  lives,  surpassinir  fair. 
Awake?     C)  yes,  and  lovinir  U'-  the  same — 

Her  mission  now  to  draw  us  There. 


35 


"SAINT  FRANCES" 
(/■nmrts  E.   IVHInrd) 
Wliar  rre:isure  have  uc  h        .   ,„fdst  to  cl-iv? 

''""- '  wr,iX '""'"" '"  ""■"  ''"""'^  =■  '■""- 

This  is  the  trrasurr  ;„  „„,-  ,„i,|„  „,.jj, 

v.,  ','"". ■'!•'■"'"''"'  ''  '■•  "'  "■'"'  xi'h  (Sod! 

o'hl';!  "'"  ""*■  '""»  '•"»   ■"  '"'"S  '»''  '"' 
A-  „iglu  cl.^1  in  .h,  ,„„  ,„  „„,^,   ,,  ._,  ^,,,.  ,,_^,^^,^ 

"How  heautitui  fr  [s  t„  ht  with  rxod!" 

Shr   h-ll'7l   ''  "^'i"'  ''•'f"^-?-"  »"'•  hdoved  Chief? 
Shr   '<ll.^»^^l''fp  ami  ani:Hs  placed  a  smik-  upon   her 

When  she'Vrept   in   uith  n,other,"  ()  uhar  lonely 
hearts  she  left' 

W.-   will    not   .all    her   .lea.i^he   ha^    hut   ,one   "a 

little  uav 
U'here  still   she   uorks.    uhile  of  her   earthlv    forni 
we  are  bereft- 
There  is  "Saint   Frances,"  our  beloved   Chief. 

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I 


DEATH'S  MUSIC 

As  you   entered    the   Valley   of   Shadows, 

So  mystic  to  all  who  are  here, 
And  you  found  from  your  vision  receding 

The  faces  and   forms  you   held   dear. 

While  their  sobbing  grew   fainter  and   fainter, 
O  brother,  what  sound  charmed  your  ear? 

'Twas  a  symphony  sweet  yet  majestic, 
That  those  whom  you  left  could  not  hear. 

For  their  eyes  would  have  brightened  through  tear- 
drops. 

Their  quivering  lips   would   have   smiled. 
Had   thcv  heard   the  music  celestial 

71iat  your  way  through  Death's  vale  beguiled. 

Though  'twas  written  on  earth  by  you,  brothei, 

In  kind  deeds  unselfishly  done, 
It  could  only  be  played  by  the  Master, 

Who  mclndy  made  of  each  one. 

When  uur  Father  looks  over  the  mu«ic 

The  rest  of  us  write  in  our  turn. 
As  we  walk  through  the  shadowy  valley. 

Just  what  it  is  woi'h  we  shall  learn. 


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O  -MOTHER  HEART 


A Jolkn  '^^  ^'■''^^^  '^  ^^^'^  ^d  sailed 

Acras.  kn.,u-n  vvaters  to  the  Old  World  shore 

Vou  uould  be  glad  for  her  to  see  ' 

J  he  u-omlers  told  of  in  historic  lore 

I  hen   do   not  mourn   that  she  embarked 
And    crossed    that    vfill      ..'  trmuarnej 

waves  break'    ''""    '^"""    ^^'^"^    -''< 
Lpon    a    Country-    richer,    brighter    far 
Than  p,ctures  which  our  purest  fancies  make. 

The   Pilot  beckoned   her  to  come- 
lo  sa>   good-by  to  you,  she  could  not  uait 
But  on   that   Mystic   Vessel  stepped-    ' 
lo  H,m  Hho  steered,  content  to  trust  her  fate 
VVou  d  .^ou.   who  love  her,   u  hum   she   loves 
R-all   her  from   the   glory  over  There'  ' 

T     ru'  l'"-- '  ^^  "'°''^"  ''^'-"^t  rejoice 

To  think  of  meeting  her   midst  scenes  so  tairt 


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HE  SLEEPS 

He  sleeps— how  beautiful  his  dream' 
Upon  his  peaceful  face  no  trace  of  care 
Naught  but  a  holy  calm  is  resting  there' 

He  sleeps— how  beautiful  his  dream! 

We  weep— for  we  are  sad   who   watch! 
VVe  long  to  have  him  wake  and  hear  his  voice 
Whose   music   eve,    made   our   hearts   rejoice 

VVe  weep— for  we  are  sad   who   watch! 

VVhv  do  we  mourn?     We  too  shall  sleep 
U    may  we  .milmg  lie  as  he  lies  now, 
'f.  '"H^ress  ot  God's  love  on  quiet  brow. 
VVhv  do  we  mourn?     We  too  shall  sleep. 

Then— some  will  say  of  us— "They  sleep  " 
But  we  shall  really  be  awake  with  him, 
\V  hilc  mistmess  make,  eves  that  love  us  dim 

When  some  shall  say  of  us— "They  sleep  '" 


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HE  GIVETH   HIS  BELOVED  SLEEP 

It  seems  so  long  ago 
Since  our  beloved  closed  her  eyes  and   fell  asleep  • 
vJne  moment  she  was  here 

0  what  a  comfort  just  to  feel  her  presence  near! 

1  he  next  beyond  our  reach— and  we  were  left  to 

weep — 
Because  we  missed  her  so. 

Ah !  far  away  she  seemed 
Though  we  could  see  her  lying  'mongst  her  cher- 
ished flowers, 
Sweet,  smiling,  satisfied. 
Just  as  earth's  sleeping  buds   began   to  wake    she 

died — 
Nay—passed  into  a  life  more  beautiful  than  ours 
bhe  looked  as  though  she  dreamed. 

We  are  the  ones   that  sleep. 
Our  life  in  this  fair  world  is  but 'a  fleeting  dream- 

borne  day  when  those  we  love 
Are  sent  to  guide  us  to  the  mystic  realms  above 
We  11  know  we  are  awake,  though  dead  to  some  we 
seem. 

We'll  wonder  why  they  weep. 


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A  MEIVIORY 

I  muse  fn  the  gluu    of  the  setting  sun, 
Watching  the  play  ut  my  winsome  girh'e. 
U  d-tashioned  and  quaint,  hair  brown  and  curly 
Oh,  dainty  and  sweet  is  mv  little  one. 
"Sunie  da>   from  my  home-nest  she  will  be  gone 
lo   brighten  some  other,"   fondly   I   say. 
And  then  on   the  air  is  borne  a 'sweet  lay 
Homeward   she's  coming,   her  day's  play   is   done 
Mie  creeps  to  my  side,  and   hushed   is  her  song, 
vjently  I  kiss  her  and  put  her  to  rest 

**********     *»*^ 
Weary  days  have  passed  by,  and  I  sit  once  more 
Watching  the  shadows  come  creeping  along. 
But  no  fairy  form  is  clasped   to  my  breast,  ' 
.M\    birdling  sings  now  on    Heaven's  bright  shore. 


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A  VISION 

A  presence  holds  commune  with  us, 

A  beino;  <,•  a  nobler  life, 
Unstained  by  lust  or  thoughts  of  sflf, 

Or  bitterness  that  genders  strife. 

His  heart  is  tender  towards  a  foe 

In  such  he  sees  his  Father's  son- 
He  wills  to  love,  for  Love  is  all 
In  that  Beyond  when  life  is  done. 

Each  New  Year  ushers  in  this  guest 
His  face  bears  impress  of  his  soul,' 

Kespealcs  the  Heaven  within  his  heart. 
The  guerdon  won  this  <ide  the  goal. 

He  is  a  vision  radiant 

Of  one  and  all,  cf  you  and  me— 
Not  one  of  what  we  are.  alas! 

But  one  of  what  we  all  may  be. 


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DREAMING 

O  where  is  the  poet  the  world  waits  to  outi 
As  king  of  all  those  it  has  crowned? 

He  has  sailed  on  a  gay  phantom  ship  to  the  land 
Where  tairy  flowers  bloom  the  year  round. 

Each  bud  holds  a  poem  v\  a\   down  in  it>  heart 

For  those  who  can  read  it  aright, 
And  the  leaves  of  the  trees  are  the  pages  of  tales— 

Their   reading  an   endless   delight. 

He  culls  from  them  all  and  at  last  he  comes  home 

To  tell   his  adventures  to  me — 
Now  he  lies  in  his  crib,  cooing  all  his  fair  dreams, 

The  poet  the  world  waits  to  see! 


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SPRING 

Lpon  the  Mother's  pat.enr  brow  has  pressed. 

Maternal  m.rmct  now  her  heart  bestirs 

To  shield  the  babe  that  suckles  at  her  breast. 

Ser'l"'^/^  t'  '^T^''^  >f^ength  vouchsafes. 
Her  freedom  from  the  frost>-  seal  contrives. 
And  as  her  quickened  pulse  diffuses  ^varmth 
And  nourishment  flow^  forth,  the  infant  thrives. 

The  hour  its  eyes  are  opened  to  the  light 
J  he  grayest  skies  become  the  puri-t  blue     ' 
Its  fragrant  breath  the  earth   in  vials  stores 
And  sends  them  forth,  wild  buds  of  every  hue. 

It   stretches  out   its   tiny   limbs-earth    thrills' 
1  he  tender  grass  blades  peep  out  in  a  day 

l^all  babbling  m  a  sweet,  unconscious  way. 

Fair  Joy  and   Hope,  attendants  at  its  birth 
Inspire  the  robins  their  sweet  songs  to  sing  ' 
While  earth,  with  all  a  mother's  pride  makes  haste 
lo  echo  praises  of  the  new-born  Spring! 


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i 


OTTR  OWN 

0  voices  of  our  loved  and  lost 
That  echo  from  that  dav  girt  Shore ' 
Across  fond  Memory's  Sea  they  fioat, 

1  heir  music  sweeter  than  of  yore. 
^Ve  listen,  and  dear  faces  come, 
Imaginings  '^o  real   and   fair. 

We  turn  to  ofifer  rapt  caress- 
Alas,  for  us — they  are  not  there! 

Those  other  voices  with  us  now. 
We  still  may  hear  a  little  while"; 
L'pon  those  other  faces  near, 
We  still  may  sec  an  answering  smile. 
O  dead  and   living— both   our  own' 
Pn wrapt  in  Life's  strange  dream  are  we, 
While  voices  of  our  wakened  desd 
lo  nobler  things  call  vou,  call  me 


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OUR   ABSENT   roV'S 

They  say  good-by  and   then  thev  go  avvav 
Ihosp   dear  to   us  as   life   itself   is  dear- 

And  m  our  shadowed  homes  and  lonelv  hear- 
Lnb-dde.,   guests-Grief   and   her   train-appear. 

The  room  our  boys  called  theirs  is  sacred  then 
With   tokens  of  their  one-time  presence   there- 

-ru'^'J'T   ^^^^   ^^'^y   ^^"'^'^•^-   ""   fhe   nails 
1  he  books  upon   the  <tand,   the  favorite  chair. 

O  soldier  boys  and  sailor  lads  so  brave! 

Not  you  alone  are  missed  in  homes  to-dav— 
.Some  mufher.'   sons,   faced   bv  a  stronger   foe 

Have   fallen   m   the  fi>rce  though   bloodless   fray. 

You  may  come  back,  but  thev  can  ne'er  return- 
Ah,   onlv   mothers   know   the   pang   of   this' 

They  are  but   human,  and   their  hearts  cr^-  out 
tnr  touch  of  hand.  loved  voice,  affection's  kiss. 

But  could  their  earth  bound  rves  the  scales  cast  ofiF— 
Amidst   the   victors   crowned,    the   Shining  Ones 

U  ho  with  the  Church  Triumphant  paeans  sing- 
Iheyd  see  transfifrured,  glorified,   their  sons. 

Death  on!v   '^erms  destroyer  of   their   ioy 
A  ^"'■^^"",'^'*3.\-  hr  nil!  act  the  part  of  "friend. 
And    beck  mm:,   lead   these  mothers  to  their  bovs 
VV  here  sweet  communion  knows  not  timr  nnr  end 


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THE  WAKL\G  STREAM 

O  voiceful  stream,  in  your  craseless  flow 

^Over  depths  sn  cool  and  green. 
What  do  yo.i  sinjr  in  the  twilight  hour, 

ihat  shadow  V  time  serene? 
The  graceful  trees  on  your  banks  that  gsow 

When  swayed  by  the  wind's  soft  breath  ' 
Kustle   their   leaves   in   a  dreamy   way 

Befittmg    the    bright    day's   death.' 

Gay  stream,  you  dimple  at  Spring's  sweet  lcis« 
Like  a  maid  that  smiles  in  a  dream  of  bliss. 

"This   IS   the   springtime   song   I   sing: 

'How  dear  is  the  world   to  me. 
For  love  is  heart  sunshine  free  to' all, 

And   its  beauty   I   ever  see. 
It  shines  in  faces — a  holy  light 

And  as  boats  glide  on  their  way. 
Into  my  bosom  love  shylv  peep*. 

Its  secret  is  mine  for  aye. 

"Had  I  the  gift  of  the  artist's  hand 

My  pictures  of  love  would  enchant  the  land. 

"I  mirror  lover  and  charming  maid, 

But   sometimes   in    aged   eyes 
I  see  thp  love  light  lit  long  ago, 

Still    it   lives,   it   never  dies — 
And  the  whispered  uords  that  I  have  heard 

Have  oft  thrilled  me  through  and  through. 
Did  you  heed  them  too,  O  fair  spring  sky. 

Peeping  down  with   eyes  of  blue? 

I  sir.g  of  Love,  of  all  [nves  most  true, 
That  made  me  and  gave  me  this  song  for  ynu'  ' 
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TKE  VALLEV 

There's  a  rnvstical.  dusky  valley 
That  a  somber  river  winds  through  ; 

Is   it   perfumed    by    roses   blushing 

Through  crystalline  veils  of  fresh  dew, 

Or  is  its  deep  twilight  eternal. 

So  sun-loving  flowers  will  not  grow. 
Do  soft  zephyrs  breathe  on  this  valley. 

Do  weird,  -sighing  winds  ever  blow? 

Is  there  opj.-  majestic  silence. 
No  stir  in  the  Valley  of  Calms, 

Is   there  sound   of   the   soul   host  passing 
And  the  music  of  chanted  p-alms? 

Do  the  spirit   friends  know    each  other 
That   enter   the  vale   day   by   day. 

Do  they  smile  in  pleased  recognition, 

Clasping  hands  in  the  earth-known  wa\  ? 

Does  a  mother  sou!   miss  her  children 
When  the  >hado\\s  hide  them  from  sight, 

Do  anv  grow  weary  and  stumble 
And  long  for  the  comforting  light? 

Through  nmnberless  Aeon-;  these  questions 
Have  echoed  and   'lien  died   iway. 

No  sage  has  peered  through  the  va-r  darkness 
Obscuring   the   f.iir    Land   nf    Dav. 

('h,  it  at  the  cjnsc  or  their  i(uirnr\- 

S  ;me  message  the    MisMUg  could   .end! 

While  we  oiih'  kn()v\    of  the  silmie, 
For  thei.i  d(>'>v  the  m\stfr\    ni<l ! 


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RISEN  WITH  CHRIST' 

And  did   he  walk  with  us  but  vesterday  ? 

Ah,  ye-,  but  ^rew  so  weary  by  the  wa\ 

That  God   the  pearly  pates  of   Heaven  flunp  wide. 

And  called  to  his  beloved:     "Rest  inside." 

O.  joyful  entrance  to  eternal   lipht, 
As  from  his  vision   faded  earth's  dark  nitiht! 
O,   joyful   vvelcnine    Home  on    Faster   Da\ . 
From  multitudes  who  thronp  the  Shinin<z  Way  I 
For   loved   ones  here  this   record   of   his  Ufe— 
"He  walked  with  God"  -with  comfort  sweet  is  riie. 
The  rears  they  shed  while  missing  him  to-day. 
In   Heaven's  To-Morrow  God  shall   wipe  awav. 


M 


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DREAMING  AND  WAKING 

A  Aoicc  like  melody  was  heard 
Bv  one  whose  heart  it  stranpelv  stirred  : 
Though   >he  was   hidden   from   his    -irrht. 
It?   owner    he    hplie\ed    divinel\     bright" 
Fond  thoiiehts  of  her  filled  his  whole' life, 

And  love  most  true 

Thus  daily  grew  ; 
In  wakinc  dreams  he  tailed  her  wife. 

He  >;ou^ht  her  everywhere. 

Rut   all   in   vain. 
Ar   length,   when   in   de-pair. 

He  heard  again 
Her  voire.     With  dad  surprise. 

He  looked  around 
To   feast   his   ardent   eye:?, 

Rut  onI\    found 
A  woman   bent  and   gray! 

Turning,   he   fled — 
Now,  dreary  is  carh  dav, 

For   hope  i>  dead. 


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SOMEWHERE  LAND 

In   the   Somewhere   Land   all   white, 
Trees  and  shrubs  grow  in  a  night, 
Palms  with   tapering  fingers  greet 
Christmas   trees   with   toys  complete. 

Ferns  and   grasses  li.-re  abound 
On  this  u  eird  enchanted  ground  ; 
Sunless  in  the  day  and  night 
Is  the  Somewhere   Land   all   white, 

But  the  stars  by  nigiit  and   day 
Cluster  in  the  Milky  Way— 
Songless,    voiceless,    noiself^>    land, 
Magic  work  of  unseen  hand. 

\Vill   an   airship   folks  convey 
1 0   this    land   so    far   away. 
Should  they  sail  due  east  or  west. 
North  or  south,   in  their  new  quest? 

Find  this  country— all   who  can- 
Owned  and  hidden  by  one  man  ; 
Out   from  Somv.'where  Land  he   leaps. 
To  our  windows  slyly  creeps, 

Leaving  pictures  of   his   home, 

But  no  guideboard  whence  he's  comr 

This  is  all   we  understand 

Of  Jack  Frost's  fair  Somewhere  Land. 


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I 


THE  PEN 


The  realm  wherein  all  languages  are  heard, 
Boasts  as  its  emblem  neither  flower  nor  bird; 
Instead — the  might}   Pen— and  weal  or  woe 
Upon  the  lives  of  men   its  gifts  bestow! 


A  PHENOMENON 

A  master  hand  the  painting  of  an  island  wrought-- 
Its    strand,    like    glint    of    sunlight,    by    the   ocean 

sprayed, 
Outside  the  harbor  stately  ships  went  sailing  by, 
And   disappearing  steered    for  lands  their  captains 

sought ; 
Then — vanished    isle  and   ocean,   swallowed   up   in 

shade. 
For  lo,  the  picture  hung  upon  the  sunset  sky! 


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r.{ 


SUMMER 

Impatiently  waited  the  world  for  fair  Summer- 
One  day  at  earth's  gateway  there  came  a  soft  tap- 
ping, '■'*' 

The  ancient  gate  keepers  were  peacefully  napping 
They  woke  from  their  sleep  when  long  ceased  was 
the  rappmg, 

And  knew  not  how  near  them  had  been  the  bright 
bummer,  * 

Again  to  the  portal  comes  beautiful  Summer— 
I  hrough  gates  left  ajar  welcome  gue.t  now  advances 
O  er  h.  Is  and  o'er  hollows  the  gay  fairy  dances. 
All  Nature  responds  to  her  radiant  glances. 
U  Uueen  of  the  Seasons  is  magical  Summer! 


LIFE 

Life's  Morn— when  Hope  is  bom- 
The  time 
To  smile,  pluck  flowers 
In  idle  hours, 
To  dare  and  do, 
Ideals  pursue. 
Chase  youth's  delights 
And  seek  new  heights 
To  climb. 

Life's  Noon — come  all  too  soon— 
The  hour 
When  burdens  press. 
Toil's  in  excess. 
The  blossoms  fair 
Found   here  and   there, 
Maturer  years 
Impearl  with  tears — 
Earth's  dower. 

Life's  Night— grope  for  the  light- 
So  near — 
Of  that  bright  Day 
Which  lasts  alway; 
Here — fall  asleep, 
There — harvest  reap. 
When  dawns  that  Morn, 
Knowledge  is  born, 
All's  clear! 


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"NOT  CHANGED  BUT  GLORIFIED" 

Yes,  she's  asleep    but  lights  need  not  be  dimmed, 
Nor  voices  hushed.     No  footfall  on  the  stair 
Will    rouse   her   trom   her   rest.      Her   eyes   behold 
1  he  Light  within  the  "many  mansions'    fair. 

her  ears  have  caught  sweet  sounds  we  cannot  hear 
bome  say  that  those  who  sleep  like  her  are  dead 
Hut  vvell   vve  know  their  true  life's  just  begun 
And    by      still    waters"   evermore   they're    led. 

Then  do  not  grieve  that  she  has  journeved  on 
And   reached   her  Father's  home.     The're  she  will 

wait 
''Not  changed  but  glorified,"  and  welcome  you 
When  you  in  turn  draw  near  the  wondrous  gate. 


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WHO  HAS  NOT  HEARD 

^"k-'n^'T  u''"!'""^   ^'■'■^^^  ^y  '^^V  and   night, 
KindJed  by  Love's  fair  hand  ; 

In  storms  its  Hame,  always  the  same, 
Hy  Love  s  su  eet  breath   was  fanned 

But   yestermorn    I    saw    Love   borne 
Asleep  on  Hower-strewn  bier— 

My  heart  was  crushed,  for,  "Dust  to  dust— " 
Are  cruel   words   to  hear. 

The  clay  that  fell   was  Love's  death  knell, 
^Herald  ot  Sorrow's  birth; 
Ghost  of  that  sound  is  hauntint;  round, 

^  Dread    thud   of   falling  earth, 
l^his,  tlien,  my  doom— to  see  flowers  bloom 

And   hear  the  singing  birds! 
While  Love  lies  dead  in  earthy  bed, 
All    Nature   sunshine   girds. 

Who  has  not  heard  that  sound  which  stirred 

1  he  soul   to  grief  profound, 
And  sat  apart  with   bleeding  heart, 

Mocked   by    the  joy  around? 
Then  bear  with  me  till  I  can  see 

Through  tears  Grief  rainbow-crowned, 
And  lift  my  eyes  to   Paradise 

Beyond  Love's  lonely  mound. 


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ONCE    ,N    MOT„ER^,,,,„,3    BKOW. 

Once   in    Mother   Earrh'c   k,^         i 
VV;i-l  fl„      '""^artfis   brown   liosom 
VV.ld-flower   bab.es   lav   asleep, 

Uajlyga,nmg  strength  and  beautv, 
i"ll  they  vvolce  and  learned  to  creep. 

^\ZhYu  '""'^^  ^''''"'^^  «"  them 
Sachet  bags  of  dainty  hue 

Left  them  sitting  in   the  dooruav- 

Eagerly  they  all  crawled  through. 

Father  Sol  soon  spied  them  coming; 

Up  mto  his  warm  embrace 
«^oa..:,,^Iy  he  drew  his  children, 

•jer.tiy  kissing  each  wee  face. 

But  at  night  their  father  left  ti.em 
And   they  could  not  find   their  door 

So  they  nestled  close  together  "'' 

in  the  wonds  upon     lie  floor. 

^'ZIJ'^\  '^'['  ««^"  relations, 

When  we         't'"^'  l'^"^  ^^^'^  h°-'-- 
When  we  see  them  sh  !y  P-cping, 

Then  we  know  sweec  Spring  has  come 


S8 


PERSEPHONE    HER    DREAMROBE   CAST 
ASIDE 

Persephone  her  dreamrobe  cast  aside 
For  one  which  ^rom   fair  Iris  caught  its  hue  • 
The  earth,  through  ,cy  veil,  the  goddess  spied 
1  he  fabric  rent  and  pushed  a  nosegav  through 
Then   vernal   carpet  u ove  and   deftly'  spread.    ' 
Wh.Ie  sueet-vo,ced   heraids-bird   and    bree^e  and 

stream— 
Called  a,s  she  fared,  proclaiming  Winter  fled- 
And    now    w,th    Spring's    young    life    the    earth's 

agieam. 


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IJ 


WHAT     OF     THOSE^OTHER     BATTLE- 

;';"[.':n"re;;t  or-  ■" ""-- »" "- 

sa\,    J  n\   will  he  done, 
-^nd   leads   those   other   viarr-o, 

victon?  v\arr,or.  on  to   unrecorded 

The  W-orld  but  sees  the.n  yield  the  flower  of  m.n- 
hood  at  their  Country's  call- 

A-.^       f^'^'^Y      "ith    dimminc   eves. 

meet    F;  "h  "^   ^"   ^"^    '^'^   ^'-    ^-   ^'> 
/"f^e^  l^ear.   Hope  defies. 

And   dashes    from    their   hns    Honp'.     ,,^        j      ■ 

fU„  ■         '^     nopes  uip   and    trives 

the  wormwood  and  the  call! 

"Killed?     Thousand^   upon   thou-and.     Rush   more 
^  forces  to  the  firmc  Ime!  "'°'^ 

vVe  have  no  time  to  mourn,     f  eave  th      ^^ 
^^.       Thev  are  wont  to  ueepl         '■''""""""• 
ih>s.    then,    is    women's    p.rt-to    hide    the    heart 
WhII.  "■"'!i'^'    'T''-   ^'"'^'^  harvest  reap- 

aC   thT'fi   -"T    ^'""''    'f^^    ^-^'-hant 
along   tne  nrmfj   Ime. 

"'''^r;prw  On;  ™^"^'^ '■"""•-' ■■"■■"-" 

I"  -av.    I  hv  «ill  hr  ,l„„r,"  ' 

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